


The Captain and his Lieutenant

by Project_Reincarnation



Category: Captain America (Movies), Captain America: First Avenger (Movie), Iron Man (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe
Genre: Artist Steve Rogers, Basically the first cap movie but with a certain genius, Bucky Barnes and Tony Stark friendship, Captain America: The First Avenger, Established Steve Rogers/Tony Stark later, F/M, Howard Stark's A+ Parenting, Lieutenant Tony, M/M, Maria Stark is a saint, Maria Stark is awesome, POV Steve Rogers kinda, Peggy Carter and Steve Rogers friendship, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Project Rebirth, Sarah Rogers is awesome, Steve Rogers Feels, World War II, the Howling Commandos
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2016-06-03
Updated: 2016-06-03
Packaged: 2018-07-12 00:09:10
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,536
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/7076353
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Project_Reincarnation/pseuds/Project_Reincarnation
Summary: <blockquote class="userstuff">
              <p>1927, Steve Rogers meets Antonio Edward Carbonell, a small boy who builds things out of paper and string and something. Steve tells his Mama that he's made a friend that day.</p><p>1928, Bucky Barnes takes one look at the boy who builds, and decides he has time to spare and can look after one more reckless fella.</p><p>1934, Steve Rogers realizes abruptly that he's fallen in love with the small boy who builds things out of his heart and mind. Bucky Barnes takes one look at him, bursts out laughing and then smiles like he already knows.</p><p> </p><p>1945, Captain America dips the plane full of bombs and his last thoughts are about the half of his soul he left and abandoned on snowy train tracks, and the love of his life his heart yearns for. </p>
            </blockquote>





	The Captain and his Lieutenant

**1927**

"Ma, this house is huge!"

"It sure is, sweetheart." Steve Rogers looks up to his Mama, gripping her hand. He didn't want to get lost.

There's all sorts of things inside the Stark Mansion, decorations, chandeliers and paintings of famous artists Steve only reads about. He feels inadequate, walking on floors so polished he can see his own reflection in them. 

They walk towards the staircase, where a woman and a small boy are waiting. The woman has a tired smile, much like his Mama wears when she would kiss him goodbye. She has dark hair and hopeful dark eyes. She looks nicer than most of the ladies with big houses and pearls for necklaces.

The small boy is clearly her son, with the same dark features. The small boy is busying himself with a red and gold book, and instead of hope, there's a mad and bright glint in his eyes. It sends a chill up Steve's spine.

"Oh, Sarah, thank you for coming." Now that they're closer, he can see the pair's olive skin. The lady spoke with a sweet voice, like honey and something foreign. 

"I came as soon as I could, Mrs. Stark." Steve looks curiously at the other boy, who hasn't acknowledged either Steve or his Ma. "Mr. Jarvis told me about Mr. Stark's condition."

"He's been terribly sick all weekend. I told him he should stop with all the late night working, especially with the new year coming soon." The lady then gives him his attention. That was an interesting shade of brown, Steve thought numbly as he tries to hide behind his Ma. "Sarah, you didn't tell me you were bringing a guest. _Hello_."

"Hello, ma'am." Steve says, purely out of instinct. The woman laughs as Steve blushes. 

"This is my son, Mrs. Stark. I couldn't leave him home alone, and _Tony_ ," The boy's head snaps up at the mention, and he puts the book down. Sarah Rogers is giving him the side eye, the same ones she gives Steve when he'd pretend that his lungs aren't bothering him. Steve wonders what kind of trouble this boy is. "I thought Mr. Adventurer here would want to play with someone actually his age."

"But Miss Sarah, I thought you liked our adventures!" The boy wailed, waiving his arms around in a gesture. Steve's Ma chuckles and pretends to think, tapping her chin and stroking an imaginary mustache. 

"Mmm--no, I'm afraid not." Sarah says. _Tony_ pouts.

"You can't say that your adventures aren't tiring, _Bambino_." Mrs. Stark pats the boy on the head, chuckling tiredly when he pouts again. "And Miss Sarah here cannot spare a moment to aid you with your adventures. She has to _tend to your father._ "

Tony immediately nods at the mention of his father. He sports a serious look for a second, before it disappears. Steve wonders what kind of man Mr. Stark is and why the mention of his name can strain the hope in Mrs. Stark's eyes, and put a serious look on the boy's face.

"I'm sure Steve would _love_ to go on an adventure with you." Steve's Ma offers, completely ignoring the stunned look her son gives her. "Steve, this is--"

" _Beautiful Bambino_." Tony interjects, suddenly smiling up to his mother who beams in return. "Well, my Mama calls me Bambino. But you can call me that too, Miss Sarah's son."

"Steve." He says, looking at the hand Tony is offering. A test? 

"Stevie." Tony echos, reaching for Steve's hand and shaking it when Steve didn't move. Steve's Ma pats Steve on the head, tells him to behave--that she'll be somewhere nearby, and leaves with Mrs. Stark. 

Steve stares at them wistfully. Tony grabs the book he put down earlier, and loops his arm around Steve's shoulders. He smiles this smile that looks like the sun is shining behind it.

"Okay, Stevie. We--" Steve looks down on Tony, which was odd. He's never had to look down on any fella before. "--are going on an _adventure_!"

 

**1928**

Steve is thrown on the ground a few days after his tenth birthday-- a bunch of bullies around school were making fun of this guy, Arnold Roth, who liked fellas instead of dames, and they deemed it _wrong_ and _disgusting_ and even though his mother asked him not to get tangled up with these kind of messes, he couldn't just stand by and not do anything--and he realizes he's late.

Tony wasn't around during his birthday, a family trip to Italy or something. Although Steve didn't want to make a big deal out of it, Tony had insisted they celebrate the moment he steps foot on New York.

He doesn't know what to make of Tony, with his bright smiles and contraptions made with paper and string and _something_. Steve thinks they're _kind of friends,_ or maybe he's just projecting. It does feel like it, with Tony always hanging out with him and showing Steve his new inventions whenever he and his Ma stop by the mansion.

Steve thinks about what Tony might do in a situation like this.

"You should have just kept your mouth shut, boy." The bully sneers at him before giving him a kick. Steve doubles over, but he grits his teeth and pulls his fists in front of his face. The others laugh at him.

He's late enough that Tony might think that something happened to him. Steve isn't exactly the most lucky person when it comes to his health. And there's the fact that he keeps getting into fights with older fellas with brute and tough opinions.

Tony would stop by the apartment, and he'd ask for Steve because Steve was supposed to be at the mansion hours ago and Sarah would instantly know that Steve's in trouble. 

"Hey--!" Steve looks up and watches a dark haired boy, older than him but not by much, push a guy off him and sneer at the others. "Next time, pick on someone your own size!"

The bully laughs before he hisses something to the other boys around him. One of the boys nodded before stalking towards them. They throw punches that the dark haired boy easily deflects. 

"Why do you keep getting into situations like these?" The boy glares at him.

" _Bucky_ , I told you, I can't just stand and watch helpless people get bullied." He whispers through his bruised jaw. 

Bucky shakes his head and blocks any punches the bullies try to throw at them.

"You're probably one of them, huh? A fairy?" The bully asks. Bucky raises his fist threateningly when they get too close. The bully throws another punch.

"No, but you're probably one, with how you throw that punch." Steve's head snaps up and he watches  Tony walk in, as stunned as the bullies probably felt like. Tony strolls in, hands in his pockets and his eyebrows raised. His hair is styled like he's going to somewhere important.

"Who the fuck are you--"

"My father is Howard Stark and I'm someone that can get your fathers out of a job with a snap of my fingers." Tony says and he seems to be waiting for something. Bucky grunts as recognition crosses the bullies' faces. "And that's only the least terrifying thing my father can do to ruin someone."

Tony walks completely at ease, with a smile--not like the sun-shining grin he reserves for his mother or the one he gives Steve everytime he shows him the new thing he's built--he must reserve for people like _these_.

Tony stops by their side, and he takes one glance at Bucky before he redirects his attention back to the bullies. They were glaring at them, but Steve could see their fear a mile away. Tony smirks.

Howard Anthony Stark, Weapons manufacturer and CEO of Stark Industries, is not someone you want to mess with.

They all leave without another word.

"Geez." Tony srunches his nose, shaking his head. Tony's appearance sticks out like sore thumb, his bright and pressed clothes a complete contrast to the alleyway. Bucky moves and sticks his hand out.

"Bucky Barnes, a friend of the reckless idiot here. And you're _Bambino_." He says, and the corner of Tony's mouth twitches up.

"I am. Though most people call me Tony."

"You're pretty tough for an eight year old." Bucky muses aloud as he helps him up. Tony grabs a handkerchief from his pocket and tosses it to Steve.

"I'm eleven. Why do people keep saying I'm eight. Just because a person is short doesn't automatically mean they're younger." Tony says, sniffing and crossing his arms. Steve wipes the blood from his nose. Tony offers him an inhaler.

They give Steve a minute to remember how to breathe before they walk out of the alleyway.

"By the way, Miss Sarah said that you're in trouble." 

"Great." Steve says in a deadpan tone. Tony is the first out of the alleyway, Steve and Bucky trailing behind him. 

"So, we can't go to that fancy place I was telling you about, for unknown reasons. We can't leave Brooklyn, cause Mama and Howard are still in Italy. So, I bought Cake instead."

~

Tony calls for Mr. Jarvis to pick them up, and for the first and, probably last time, in Steve's life, he rides in a polished car.

Tony insisted for Bucky to come along, and he somehow forgot to mention that the cake is four tiers and there's a whole table full of food Steve has always wanted to try. They, including the maids and men of the mansion, sing him Happy Birthday despite his protests. 

Afterwards, they head inside Tony's treehouse, his butler designed for him. Going on ridiculous adventures the entire time. Tony shows them all sorts of toys he rebuilt, and they don't even notice it's dark until Sarah Rogers comes up the treehouse, a plate of homemade cookies in one hand and milk on the other.

Bucky almost throws up, with all of the food he ate. 

Tony blows up a portion of the treehouse. 

It's the best birthday he's had in years.

 

**1929**

"What's this?"

"It's your birthday present, Stevie."

"My birthday is months away, Tony."

"Oh well,"

" _Tony_."

"It's a happy Monday gift, then."

"It's not even Monda--nevermind, did Bucky get a happy Monday gift too?"

"No. Bucky is a jerk."

~

"Did you really just throw me a surprise party?"

"You don't want it, Barnes?"

"And did you just--"

"Yes."

"This is--"

"Steve did most of the planning."

"Stop interrupting me, kid. Did you actually get me a bike more expensive than my house--"

"Stop calling me Kid, we're practically the same age. And also, I think I should mention that I built that myself. C'mon, what do you even think me for? I noticed you eyeing the one from the shop near Stevie's apartment and I probably could build better ones in my sleep than the ones they sell here, so I--"

"I knew you liked me. Thanks, twerp."

 

**1930**

Steve tries to stop _not breathing._

There are doctors shuffling all around him. He closes his eyes, trying to drown them all out. His heart is beating louder and there's no air.

There's drugs pumping in his system, and he feels like he's slipping into oblivion. He tries to grab on and breathe. He tries to calm down, tries to count the beats of Tony's favorite piano piece. He counts one to ten, like a chanting mantra, like Bucky told him to.

The doctor's medical talk gets louder, and he worries for a second if his Ma will be able to pay for all of this. He can't bear to think of what his Ma will have to do to cover the bill.

"I'm here, sweetie. Steve, I'm here, my sweet boy." It's hard, but Steve focuses on the sound of his Ma's voice. _Inhale, exhale, there you go._

Steve can vaguely hear her explain the situation to the doctor. 

At the far end corner of the hospital room, there's a glass window. Outside, he sees two stubborn brunets. 

Bucky is sitting at the waiting area, with a determined expression. He looks like he's going to punch someone. Or cry.

At the other side, Tony is mouthing off another doctor. He's waving his hands around, gesturing wildly. He's sporting a version of his media looks, but his eyes are wild and burning. 

Steve falls into unconsciousness, with a promise to come back to his _family_.

 

**1931**

"Stevie!" 

"How many times do I have to ask you to not call me that?" Steve says, raising his eyesbrows as Sarah Rogers ushers Tony in. Jarvis, Tony's butler trails through the tiny door of their apartment.

"Don't hold your breath." Tony says.

"Hey, twerp." Bucky greets from where he's sitting on the couch. Tony gives Bucky a mock salute, sitting on the opposite side of the couch. Steve never questioned how Tony and Bucky's friendship worked, with the easy and nonchalant banter between them. He just knew they were friends. Bucky wouldn't get the sun-shining smile, otherwise.

"So, I thought about something." Tony begins.

"Oh no." Bucky remarks, smirking when Tony shushes him. 

"I already told my Mama and Miss Sarah about it," Tony says proudly. "I was thinking about what we're going to do for Christmas."

"As long as you're paying, I'm in." Bucky shrugs when Steve rolls his eyes.

"Tell me we're not going to that fancy diner at the corner. The owner there is a jerk." 

"Stevie, you think everyone is a jerk." Bucky says, smiling when Tony grins in agreement. 

"Okay, first of all--"

"So, Howard is spending Christmas somewhere in a boring-ass meeting in Europe." Tony interrupts, and promptly ignores Steve when he glares at him. 

"Anyways, I opted to stay in Brooklyn. See? The things I do for you people." Tony smiles and raises his eyebrows. Steve rolls his eyes, but he's smiling nonetheless. "Anyways, the mansion would be--"

"Empty!" Bucky exlaimed. "I'm in."

"I was going to say, mostly empty, and that I could throw a party, but from the looks on your faces--"

"No blowing things up." Sarah interjects, crossing the room and sitting in between Bucky and Tony. "You do that every year and I'm saying No."

"You say No every year too, Miss Sarah."

~

"I'm not paying for this."

"Of course you won't. I will."

"Are you also paying for therapy?"

"I'll buy velvet cake every single birthday, instead. Deal?"

"Okay, fine, but every single one, you hear."

"I hear. Stevie, thoughts?" 

"Just--Chocolate, for me please."

 

**1932**

"To the Brooklyn Boys!" Tony shouts at the retreating sun. Bucky doesn't stop hollering behind him. They're high enough that no one might hear them, and the busy street covers the remaining noise. They're standing ontop of the roof of Steve's apartment building. 

Tony had been feeling off all weekend, and so when he came to visit, Steve insisted they adventured through the whole building. They stumbled upon the unlocked door to the rooftop.

"We're kings, ya hear!" Tony shouts at the sunset. Steve laughs as Bucky cheers louder.

Steve smiles and shakes his head. "Is this our new _treehouse_?"

"Duh! We can't _not_ have a treehouse. We're kings, Rogers!" Tony spreads his arms, and the air envolps all of them. Bucky and Tony screem and cheer at the same time.

The wind is roaring in his ears and there's dirt in Steve's eyes. He feels safe in this moment, where they're ontop of the world. Where the sun burns so close to them, like if Steve reached out, he'd be able to touch the bright star.

"Kings!" Bucky shouts again. Tony laughs loud and in agreement. 

They don't talk about the old treehouse. How Howard took it down because he thought of it unnecessary. How Tony, for once, relented and talked back. How, the next day, Tony was sporting a black eye and a too bright smile.

"Bow down to us!" Tony tells the city. Bucky just smiles brighter and screams louder.

"Brooklyn Kings!" Bucky exlaims.

" _Brooklyn Kings_!" Tony repeats.

Steve treasures the image of his two bestfriends shouting at empty wind, ontop the city and the dissapearing sun. Later he paints the scene, using all of his paint, doing every stroke with a fond smile. When he finishes, he hangs it over his bed.

So when he goes to sleep, he comes _home_ everytime.

 

**1933**

There's someone knocking on the door. Steve glances at Bucky's hard expression and sighs. He opens the door and Tony is waiting on the other side with a troubled expression. 

"You are in _so_ much trouble." Steve says instead of greeting. Tony winces before coming inside. Jarvis is nowhere to be seen, which meant Tony snuck out of the Mansion. Again.

"Okay, that's probably true but will you let me explain?" Tony directs that last part at Bucky. Steve is still confused, but considering what Tony has been up to this past month, he has a pretty sure idea on what's going on.

"Steve, tell this kid right here that he's an _idiot_." Bucky doesn't look away from where he's glaring at the wall. Tony sighs exasperated.

"Tony, you're an idiot."

"I know that!" Tony exlaims, he makes a noise at the back of his throat. "Bucky, c'mon."

"Steve, tell the kid I'm not talking to him until he stays away from _douchebagpants_." And there it is. Steve knows exactly what's going on.

"What? Tony, you've been hanging out with--" 

"Douchebagpants, yes--"

"He's not just hanging out with him! He's letting the asshat _suck face_ with him--"

"Okay, maybe a little--"

" _Tony_!"

"I don't know what your problem is, Buck." Bucky growls, and pushes at Tony, pointing an accusing finger at him. It's the most furious he's seen Bucky. Tony stares at him with wide eyes, but his mouth is set into a hard line. 

"My problem is you're a reckless ass who's fine with letting assholes presure him into something he doesn't even wa--"

"Are we talking about my sexuality, here? Because you said you understood, Buck. I'm okay with either a dame or a fella." Tony makes a face, and for a second Steve tenses. He expects someone to suddenly take his bestfriend away, just because he's okay with being with a man. There's a lapse in conversation, where they all tense and wait. When nothing comes, Bucky glares at Tony some more.

"This isn't about that, you twerp." Bucky whispers. "I'm okay with you being with other fellas because that's who you are and because I know you'll be careful. You won't risk getting caught by the officers. The problem with _Tyberius Stone_ , is he's the exactly the kind of guy who'll rat you out."

"He won't."

"He's exactly the kind of guy who'll do something that will get you hurt--!"

"He _won't_."

"You don't know that, Tones." Steve speaks up. He clenches his fists, mind already thinking of several scenarios where Tony is taken into custody. He has no idea if Howard will do anything about it. "Please,Tony. I know you don't actually want to be with Ty."

"And if I do?" Tony's voice is softer, and Steve realizes Tony knows exactly what they're afraid of. Everyone knows what they do to queers or fellas who dare to be different.

"Just be more careful." Bucky grunts, he's still glaring at Tony, but there's a defeated expression in his face. Tony sighs. "Micheal told me some officers almost caught you. And don't think we don't know you're only doing this to please Howard."

"Uh, you know he'll kill me if he finds out I'm kinda queer, and if I was doing this for anyone, it wouldn't be for my father."

"Don't deny it, dammit. Howard thinks you're being buddy-buddy with his business friend's son, because whatever you're _doing_ with douchebagpants is making him happy enough that his daddy becomes more negotioable with SI."

"I didn't say I was denying it." Tony says under his breath. Steve glares at him.

"Okay, _okay_? I promise I'll be more careful." Tony looks at them, and his eyes are glossy. "Even though I don't need anyone looking after me--Thank y--I'm thankful."

"That's what bestfriends are for, right?" Steve offers. The situation is still dry, but they sigh and smile in agreement. 

~

"You were _right_." 

Steve looks up from where he's eating dinner with his Ma. Bucky is sitting beside him, and instead of food, his school books propped in front of him. Something about having to study and stay in advance classes if, so he can keep Tony in check.

"Which bestfriend is right? Because if it's me--damn straight." Buckys jokes, and tries for a smile. Tony laughs, but it's his media laugh, and they immediately know something is wrong.

"Ty--" Tony begins, wincing. Steve clenches his fists.

"Oh god, don't tell me that asshole--" Bucky interrupts. He's snapped his books shut, and he looks seconds away from storming off and beating the crap out of Tyberius Stone. Steve will probably follow soon after.

"Language--" Steve cuts Bucky off, but he's grinding his teeth. Sarah Rogers looks put off, but Steve can see her battle face a mile away.

"Okay, hang on. Let me finish." Tony sits down, sighs and doesn't push away the plate of dried fish Sarah gives him.

"He--uh." Tony coughs, and he pokes at the food. Bucky makes an impatient noise in the back of his throat. "You don't have to murder him, Buck. He didn't rat me off."

"Then?" Steve slowly asks. Tony winces again.

"He, well, he cheated on me. I mean, I guess I shouldn't call it cheating. We didn't exactly establish if we were in a relationship or not--"

"I'm going to murder him." Bucky interjects calmly. Steve turns and Sarah is looking at the ceiling innocently like she's not hearing any of this.

"--I mean, it's not as if I liked him in the first place anyways, and Howard doesn't need his dad anymore--"

"Do I get to come?" Steve asks, and Bucky _smiles_. 

"--and my feelings aren't hurt, just so you know and you guys aren't even listening to me anymore." 

"The more the merrier, right. You can murder Asshat from a distance." Bucky says. He walks around table and pats Tony on the head. 

"I'm going to make him regret he ever exsisted." Bucky says cheekily. Tony looks down and Steve can see he's trying not to smile. Sarah cleans the table and hums. When she passes by Steve, she winks at him. Steve smirks.

Bucky gathers his books, and _sashays_ out the door. Steve moves to follow him, and he looks back to Tony, who's failing at keeping a straight face.

"Be safe!" Tony calls out.

 

**1934**

When Steve turns sixteen, Tony builds him an easel. It's way past curfew, and Bucky had ran off to study for his classes, with a promise of treating both of them tomorrow. They're having left-over chocolate cake ontop the roof of Steve's apartment building, the place they had claimed their own. 

Steve remembers all sorts of memories ontop of the roof with Buck and Tony. Watching ball games, having secret lunches when Tony can't be bothered to deal with his father, secretly throwing water on douchebagpants when he passes by. He smiles and adds, eating expensive cake on birthdays to the list.

Tony asks him to close his eyes, and _I'm not going to suddenly murder you, c'mon i have a surprise for you_ , and pulls out an obviously hand-made--Tony-made, if that was a thing-- easel. Steve's intials are carved perfectly on the side. All of the air leaves Steve and he's opening his mouth and closing it like a fish.

Tony just laughs at him, like he always does when he does something ridiculously amazing and he's trying not to make a big deal out of it. He's smiling that sun-shining grin, and the sun is setting behind him.

Steve finally gets how Tony can take one look at a fella and _feel something._

"For when you go and rule Art School." Tony raises his eyebrows, and Steve gets an eyeful of earnest and mad brown eyes and it does not help his situation. He feels butterfiles inside his stomach, and he's breathing like he's going to have an asthma attack. 

He doesn't even think about it, doesn't get to think about it because his body is moving on it's own, he leans in and--

\--in the last minute, he turns his head slightly to the right, so he's kissing Tony's cheek instead--

He says _thanks, Tones_ and punches Tony on the shoulder, because _ohmygod I just kissed_ \-- The genius' face is confused and an excuse is sitting ontop of Steve's mouth. Tony looks like the gears in his head stopped turning. The thought doesn't make Steve feel better.

It's just a friendly kiss on the cheek, he prepares to say, but Tony only just smiles brighter. He smiles like they're friends, which they are, and it makes Steve relieved and dissapointed at the same time. The rest of the evening isn't awkard, and Tony doesn't mention the kiss when he hugs Steve tight and goes home.

 

The next day, Tony doesn't mention it once. Not when his eyes are blank and his expression is strained.

When Tony makes an excuse and tells them he has to leave, Steve shares a look with Bucky. The usually hyper genius had been distant all morning. Steve worries it might be about the kiss for a second, before dismissing the thought. This is something worse, Steve could tell.

"Kid? Tony, hey, are you okay?" Bucky blurts out. Tony stops from where he's stepping out of the door, and looks like he's trying to decide between running out of the door or staying. He sighs, walks over to their rutty sofa and sits down. Sarah is washing the dishes with her back straight, and her silence is enough to let Tony know she's listening too.

"Howard has to move to Britain or somewhere for a while. Something for Stark Industries." Tony begins, his voice uncharacteristically small and blank. Bucky pats Tony's shoulder, and opens his mouth, closing it when Tony shakes his head.

"He insisted Mama to come with him." And then if it was possible, Tony sinks lower on the sofa. He hides his face and Steve abruptly realizes he's crying.

"It's okay, we'll be here for you, won't we, Stevie?" Bucky tries again. Tony laughs at that, but there's no joy in his voice.

"No, you don't understand, I--"

The faucet stops running and Sarah drops onto her knees in front of Tony. She smiles and there's a look of understanding in her eyes that makes Steve's stomach twist into knots. 

"It's okay. It's only for a while, right?" She asks, and her voice breaks at the end. Tony refuses to meet her eyes.

"I don't know.."

"What are you talking about?' Bucky interrupts, brows furrowed in worry. Tony releases a breath and he looks up. He's trying for a reassuring smile that isn't reasurring.

"I have to leave with them."


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